"That's the spirit!" Mr. Clayton said, bobbing up and down, his legs flopping about on the side of the stairs, all useless and knocking against the spindles.
"You made a wish!" He exclaimed happily. His mouth opened and closed in the same, singular fashion. It opened again slowly, as if he too were waiting for what might happen.
Suddenly, there was a loud, deep thumping sound. The sound of something heavy that was moving, or perhaps had been jarred loose from underneath the house. The floor shook slightly, as if something might be falling, or a large footfall from a giant or something heavy had collapsed near Delilah's house.
And then everything went quiet.
"What was that?" Mr. Clayton asked, the glee gone from his voice.
Delilah listened more. Whatever it was, it was clearly coming from the basement. The basement door was closer to the kitchen. Delilah used to go down there and play all of the time.